Deana Rode

The Chaos of Wanting Someone

up and downall aroundfalling and risingcrashing to the groundflying through heavenliving ever so close to hellvoices of seductionlooks of friendshiptouching with electricityhugging with feared honestyburning me alivecooling my minddriving me crazyand loving every minute of it.

Alone

Sit in a chairalone People I thought werefriends sit together but away from me.AloneI sit, wishing myfriends would sit by me.AloneI get the urge to cry, forfriends who don’t speak to strangers.AloneI sit, looking at the clock, seeingfriends consider me as nothing.Sit in a chairalone People I thought were